Chapter 251: The Pen or the Gun?

The crank-operated six-barreled machine gun has the most terrifying rate of fire of this era. Each barrel can fire two hundred rounds of bullets per minute.

This kind of bullet also needs to be customized ejection ammunition, and the process is more troublesome than the musket ammunition of the Red Army.

If the six guns are counted together, one such machine gun can fire 1,200 rounds of bullets per minute. The terrifying tongues of fire can even tear through some walls that are not thick enough.

If converted into hours, 72,000 rounds of ammunition would be consumed in one hour.

Of course, this is the consumption of one machine gun.

Wherever everyone can see.

Almost every servant Bai Hexiu brought had a machine gun.

Added together, there are as many as a hundred.

In other words, 7.2 million rounds of ammunition are fired per hour?

The entire Zhaohuang City has less than 7.2 million round ball projectiles in stock over the years!

But that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that this rate of fire has completely exceeded the speed of stacking shields.

Zhu Ziming swallowed his saliva.

Although he is confident that he will continue to win Wen Dou.

But when facing the muzzles of hundreds of miniguns, I still had a very bad premonition.

It was as if he saw Zhu Ziming looking at him.

Bai Hexiu looked at each other and waved gently to Zhu Ziming as a greeting.

And the next moment.

Chu tu tu tu——

Hundreds of terrifying tongues of fire began to shoot towards the red-coated army.

At this moment, countless people watching were like frightened birds, screaming and fleeing towards the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The opponent has already surrounded Gao Qiang's territory, so this time Gao Qiang doesn't even need to find any reason for war.

Because this is something that is never allowed!

Under the flames of the minigun, the firing line was torn apart instantly, and the red-coated troops fell piece by piece like wheat.

Zhuzi Ming's bad premonition has come true.

Don’t say that the current total number of Wenmo BUFFs is not enough.

Even if it was enough, he didn't have time to make adjustments, and the speed of transferring the BUFF couldn't match the firing rate of the minigun.

As for replacing the general's guards to fight against the line, it's even more nonsense.

Being able to withstand the projectiles of ordinary muskets does not mean that the general's guards can remain unharmed under the firepower of the minigun.

In the distance in the Gao family's territory.

Gao Qiang had already eaten the last bite of the bun.

After burping with satisfaction, he casually looked towards the battlefield inside and outside the fence.

At this moment, hundreds of servants led by Bai Hexiu were fighting against nearly 10,000 red-coated soldiers from the outside world who could not hold their heads up.

Bai Hexiu's feet were already piled with shell casings removed from the minigun.

It was a wonderful imperial era, but Bai Hexiu gave everyone the illusion that they were in a period of world war.

As for the Wenmo BUFF that Zhu Ziming had high hopes for, it was naturally as thin as a piece of paper at such a terrifying rate of fire and could break at the touch of a touch.

This also reminded Gao Qiang of what Mike said to him a few days ago.

If anyone thinks that the barrel of a pen can be harder than the barrel of a gun.

Then he must have never seen automatic weapons!

"Lord King Huixian, let's withdraw!"

Under the sound of gunfire, the middle-aged official bravely crossed the fire net, came to Zhu Ziming's side, and was about to pull towards Zhu Ziming.

"You can keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood, Lord Huixian!"

After hearing this, the other officials also followed suit.

"Yes, Lord Huixian, let's withdraw!"

"The Gao family dares to attack the current prince, which is tantamount to treason. We don't have to risk our lives with a bunch of idiots."

Hearing this, Zhu Ziming looked at several officials with displeasure.

They were the ones who called themselves to fight, and they were the ones who said they wanted to withdraw.

With these losers, they have a mouth, and they can talk all day long?

But in the face of this proposal, all the scholars who stated that they were not moved were lying.

Wenmo BUFF is Zhu Ziming's last, strongest, and only trump card.

Being able to piece together a set of coordinated abilities has been hard-earned for Zhuzi Ming. How can he, an inconspicuous elite of the Wuji League, come from so many inexhaustible back-ups?

At the moment, the Wenmo BUFF is completely useless. Although it can be superimposed every half minute, it cannot withstand the firing rate of the minigun.

In this case, if you don't run now, when will you wait?

"Fight to the death!"

An order was issued by Zhu Ziming to each camp of the Red Army.

After the order is issued.

Zhu Ziming waved to the general's guards and was ready to leave.

Anyway, with the blessing of the Chendao system, even if all the people in this group died, it wouldn't take much time for him to get another group together.

"Just find a reason to ask the superiors to transfer me out of Zhaohuang City." Zhu Ziming muttered to himself.

Anyway, the action against Gao Qiang is just the task of Wuji Alliance.

If he had known it was so dangerous, he shouldn't have left Mingxian Pavilion today.

But at this moment, a member of the general's guard patted Zhu Ziming on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Ziming asked in confusion.

The general's guard stretched out his hand and pointed to the position behind Zhu Ziming.

Before Zhu Ziming could turn his head, explosions resounded among the red-coated troops brought by Zhu Ziming.

In the raging fire, screams could be heard endlessly.

Divine Fire Flying Crow?

Looking at the long-burning flame, Zhu Ziming immediately understood who it was, and his expression turned very ugly.

Turn around and look.

Including him and several officials.

The red-coated troops and the general's guards have all been surrounded by the city defense troops.

The city defense forces of the east, west, south, north and west camps were all gathered together.

The leader was Jin Dacheng, who had been busy since yesterday and had no time to close his eyes.

"Jin Dacheng, I think you are crazy!"

The middle-aged official stepped forward and pointed at Jin Dacheng and was about to scold him.

"If the empress blames you for besieging and killing the prince of the dynasty, can you bear the responsibility?"

"Am I crazy?"

Jin Dacheng laughed angrily.

"Hahaha, I think you are crazy!"

"I just left for a few hours, and you made such a big fuss in my Zhaohuang City."

"Bringing troops to besiege and kill the unarmed people of my Zhaohuang City in the street, good, it can't be better!"

Zhu Ziming widened his eyes.

He looked at Jin Dacheng in disbelief, as if he didn't expect Jin Dacheng to say such words.

Behind him, Bai Hexiu's hundreds of rotary machine guns did not stop because of Jin Dacheng's arrival.

Until now, the flames of death have been sweeping the front of the Red Army.

Who is more dangerous?

Zhu Ziming's eyes were completely ignored by Jin Dacheng.

He continued to look at the middle-aged official who came forward.

Jin Dacheng put away his smile and his face became cold.

"A mere seventh-rank official, calling me old man behind my back and calling me by my name in public, I am a third-rank official in the court, and you can humiliate me?"

"Bah, I will not only call you old man, I will also call you dog!"

The middle-aged official pointed his finger at Jin Dacheng.

"Jin Dacheng, I think you are going to rebel!"

Hearing this, Jin Dacheng's tone became more and more flat, "Don't say this casually."

"What can I do if I say it?"

After the voice fell, the middle-aged official's eyes stagnated, and a broken sword had already passed through his neck with a cold light.